Beelzebub: A Memoir

I’ll admit: I side-eyed a 9-hour memoir from Hell’s resident chaos gremlin. But *Beelzebub* won me over in the first chapter, when Beezy recounts ‘inventing’ sloth by accident (‘I just really liked naps, okay?’). Mark Cain’s humor thrives in the details—like the Celestial Bureaucracy’s 47-page form for requesting a plague, or Lucifer’s passive-aggressive Post-it notes (‘*Beezy, the ‘eternal torment’ budget is NOT for office snacks.*’). The satire lands because it’s specific: this isn’t vague ‘God vs. Devil’ stuff, but a workplace comedy where the stakes are souls and the break room has a literal pit of despair. Michael Gilboe’s performance is a masterclass in demonic charisma. His Beezy swings between smug and whiny, like a fallen angel who’s *still* bitter about that whole Garden of Eden thing. The supporting cast shines too—Satan’s velvety menace, Gabriel’s exhausted sighs—but the real MVP is Gilboe’s delivery of footnotes, which he reads like a gossip columnist dropping tea. My only gripe? The pacing drags in the ‘Middle Ages’ section (even Beezy admits, ‘Yeah, we phoned it in for a few centuries’), and some jokes rely too much on ‘lol, religion is weird’ without deeper bites. But when it works—like the chapter on demonic team-building exercises—it’s the funniest audiobook I’ve heard since *Lamb*. Just don’t listen at work unless you want to snort-laugh during a meeting.